De Los Amores

Like early mornings
I drink awakenings
I calm myself with your mischiefs
I don't believe in metals.

Of the loves I don't understand
And of pain I was the first
Fisherman, I'm not beautiful
How the effort hurts
How it hurts.

I sing vanities
I laugh with your angel
I cry in the usual place
I soak in your salts.

Of the loves I don't understand
And of pain I was the first
Fisherman, I'm not beautiful
How the effort hurts
How it hurts.